This story is a sequel to "Refuge." It was supposed to be a one shot, but surprise! You do need to read that one first or this will not make sense as it is AU.

More than slightly AU: Walt calls on Vic after his confrontation with Cady at his cabin. Rated M for adult language and situations. Walt/Vic

Mathias is the Chief of the Cheyenne police Dept. There have been good things-like putting Malachi Strand behind bars-but the way the BIA limits his powers to enforce the law has his hands tied. Life is frustrating, but the arrival on the scene of Alia, ex-FBI agent has turned his life upside down in more ways than one-not only does he have crime, but he's falling in love

In the heart of an Absaroka winter the world was buried in white powdered snow; everything was still and quiet. Warning: N/C

Summary: One shot inspired by the song "If We Were Vampires" by Jason Isbell. No real summary. Just read it. It's short:)

Vic has finally had enough of Absaroka County. At her breaking point, Vic quietly leaves Wyoming to search for a new life. Will she find happiness somewhere else, or will Wyoming one day call her back.

Walt, Vic, and scars

Vic shows up at Walt's after the Chance Gilbert showdown and stuff happens. :)

A seemingly innocent case takes a dark turn. See author's notes on story for more details.

Late season 3 fluff between Walt & Vic.

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. — Henry IV, Part 1

Short drabbles based on Walt/Vic. Can take place at any point in series so spoilers apply, including post series. No particular order.

This story takes place some time around Season 3 or 4. Walt finds himself in the middle of a conspiracy. Comments and encouragement are welcome as always.

As Walt tries to transition power, a case shakes Absaroka County Shifting POVs. Post Season 6 with variance from canon. See notes at top of first chapter.

Holy Hannah! Vic is pregnant with Walt's baby...how will ever survive

Haven't posted in a long time. Still have some stories to write. Here's another silly little one-shot. I'm still fixated with Walt and Vic and their burgeoning relationship. I guess this story takes place around Season 3 or 4. No bodice-ripping going on here. I don't usually get many comments about my postings, but would certainly enjoy some here.

One ship, ten genres.

There are over 560 federally recognized American Indian and Alaskan Native tribes in the U.S. and yet comprehensive data on violence against the women under tribal jurisdiction does not exist because no federal, Indian agency nor organization systematically collects this information. These women are relegated to the shadows. Names lost. Faces forgotten. Hope abandoned. No more.

The man hath penance done, And penance more will do.

Fairies show up in Durant and on the Rez. What will they do?

Travis wouldn't have figured Walt Longmire for an outdoors, semi-public kind of guy, but then again he knew all about the stupid things Vic Moretti could make a man do.

Turns out that the ass-end of nowhere, Wyoming, is exactly where you want to be come the zombie apocalypse.

The A/O AU that nobody asked for.

Losing that which is most precious

This is a fix-it fic for the season five finale and continued speculation for what we might see next year. I own nothing all rights reserved. Please enjoy and feel free to comment happy reading!